HOLY COW! This story got an update! Let's get to the point:

1. Shout out to: RangoGamer14. :cheesy_fanfare: My first Follower, and Favorite-er, with the same titles for this story.

2. I also apologize for not updating this too recently, even though this will not matter in the future.

3. This is a crossover of "BIONICLE" and "Transformers: Prime".

4. I own neither products. Otherwise, they would both be still running. All rights go to their respective companies.

18/01/2019: Chapter 2 has been rewritten. Unlike C1's rewrite, this one adds slightly more content.

06/03/2019: Chapter 2 has been moved to Chapter 1.

[New POV]

There he was again, my son Tafum. Sleeping on the window sill, as the day marched without him. Didn't he know the peace treaty was happening today? We needed him, the Master of Hype! He was the Champaion of the Infinity Wars, if anyone could help us out, it'd be him!

... I want to help him; I want to help my son. Even if I couldn't be there for him when he developed, and grew into what he is now, I still want to be a father figure to him. But I know he isn't telling us something; I can't tell why, how, or what, but I just know. I hope, whatever it is, it doesn't affect him too hard. Even as a God, you need a healthy sleep schedule.

I jump at the sound of a footstep. "Pontus, dear. Please stop bothering Tafum. You feel just as guilty as he; don't cling to it and turtle it. He'll eventually step out of his shell! Remember how long you took to confess your love?" I hear my wife say to me. I shake my head.

"It doesn't matter, Genesis. You know, just as well as I, that the son develops the same habits his father does." I retort, chuckling warmly.

"Indeed, like father, like son." Genesis clarifies my point. We hear a shuffle, and a groan. Both my wife and I turn to the now-not-sleeping warrior, and see him slowly get up.

"Good morning, Tafum!" My wife says, cheerily.

"Eh, howdy." Tafum lazily replies, mind still mostly asleep. As if it were waiting for a cue, a loud trumpet sounds, causing Tafum to jump at least a meter in the air, also waking the birds in the trees, causing them to flutter away. Immediately, we see 3 highly advanced robots stepping to the front of the courtyard. The first is obviously the leader, his (or her?) outer plating adorned with a beautiful crimson, and a calming royal-blue. Its helm had a regal design to it, and it walked like it had strode into countless battlegrounds, leading just the same as before.

The next individual is a lot more sinister than the first. It is constantly trying to outpace the first, prove its dominance, with its sharp sliver armor, and a (literally) pointed expression. To the left of the first, is a blocky-ish, white and orange individual. It must have been a medic, based on the way he carried himself, and the medical logos on its shoulders.

But perhaps the most interesting thing about the three Cybertronians would be the symbols they bore; the second individual had a sinister, purple one that somehow bore a promise of death to those who oppose. But the other two had a red symbol that promised a better day, a brighter sun, a fuller moon.

"Hello. I have come to discuss the terms of the peace treaty with the Gods of Okoto Magnus. As per local regulation, I have filled all necessary paperwork concerning this." The first said, the voice bold and enpowering, probably used to giving orders and encouragement in the same sentence.

"Aye, let's see... do we have an 'Optimus Prime' here?" The guard manning the castle gates asked. The red mech nodded. "Next up... 'Megatron'?"

"I am indeed here, bio-mech." The second one growled, probably expecting some sort of intimidated response.

"Woke up to on the wrong side of the bed, did you? Well, whatever you say, boss. Finally, is there a 'Ratchet' here?" The guard easily brushed off Megatron's attempt at intimidation. I'll see if he can get promoted soon.

"I am here, though only because Optimus has recently received a battle wound. I am here to make sure he doesn't strain himself." The newly-christened Ratchet stated, calmly.

"All accounted for and present, all systems go. Welcome to the Fortress of the Gods: One of the finest buildings on the entirety of the planet of Okoto Magnus!" The guard introduced the Cybertronians to our great home for us!

"Huh. I'll make sure Megs doesn't break anything." Tafum stated, leaving the balcony as if he'd had a rest like any other.

I sigh disappointedly. 'I forgot about him.' I thought bitterly, aimed myself. 'Can my parenting get any worse?'

"Pontus, I'm pretty sure Gaia can hear your screaming thoughts all the way down in the underground. You were paying attention to a matter that was, at the time, more interesting. A waking god is not exactly the most attention-grabbing events in history." My wife soothed me. "Besides, we best be going. After all, we most likely don't want to be late for our own party."